Page 7 of The Roommate Problem
Mo laughed. “Gee, Mom, I don’t know. Whenever you stop by and he’s there, I guess.”
It wasn’t like she and August were dating and he had to pass the friend test. He was just a roommate. A temporary one at that. Though if anyone did need to get out and get laid, it was August “Grumpypants” Porter. She smiled to herself, knowing how much he would hate that nickname. Even if she didn’t know him that well, she would bet money he would not appreciate the moniker.
“You don’t want us to meet him?” Pru tilted her head, brow furrowed in confusion.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want her friends to meet August; it was more that she didn’t think the man would be too keen on meeting anyone. He hadn’t wanted to stay up last night getting to know her or sharing anything about himself. Mo kind of got the idea that he liked to keep to himself. And yes, she was usually the social butterfly of their group, introducing all the lovely people she had in her life to each other, but she didn’t think August would be up for a city-wide meet and greet.
Hmm, then again, if anyone needed to loosen up and experience all the fun the city had to offer, it was August “stick-in-the-mud” Porter. She held back another snort of laughter. He wouldn’t like that description any more than the last one.
“We might want to give him a few days to get settled in before I start introducing him to everyone.”
Pru nodded, as if that was the sensible thing to do. “Good point. I’m sure Agatha will introduce us all sometime in the near future anyway.”
Oh, Agatha. She was going to have to stop by and see the sneaky old lady who failed to mention to her grandson that Mo was short for Moira. Just like her nonna, Agatha had a wicked sense of humor, and Mo loved her for it. Though this little joke might have gone a bit too far. August had looked like he swallowed a beehive last night when he realized she was his new roomie.
Poor guy.
She’d make it up to him by taking him out for a night on the town. Show him the sights and all the wonderful things Denver had to offer. After all, that’s what good roommates did. Even if Mo wasn’t the cleanest person to live with, she was—in her humble opinion—one of the most fun.
It was settled. They’d have drinks, swap stories, bond as new roomies, and who knew? Maybe she’d even find a way to help him unwind the ball of stress he seemed to carry around.
She tucked back into her work, Pru and Lilly already absorbed in their own tasks. This weekend, she would take August out, and then maybe next week she’d invite him to dinner with her friends. Being new in town, the guy needed to meet people, and lucky for him, Mo knew the very best people in the city. Maybe she could even find him a date.
A sigh of regret left her lips. Too bad she was living with the dude or she’d make a pass at him. He was hot with two Ts. And tall. Okay, everyone was tall compared to her, but something about the big guy just made her want to climb him like a tree and yell timber. Ooooh, maybe she could convince him to wear flannel, live out her lumbersexual dreams.
No. Bad Mo. She couldn’t jump her roommate. As much as her hormones wanted to, it’d be a bad idea to do anything to risk her financial security. So no doing the roomie. Because she might be a lot of things, but stupid wasn’t one of them, and starting anything with a man she lived with was a bad idea.
With a capital B.
